They've been scarce for far too long. These few weeks of peace in the [color=#FF9900]Ultra-Epic Mega-War with the Tree People have been no coincidence, as we both know. I know where they are, though. Back in Omi-Sig-Mega-Tau Eleventy-Eight, that's where, plotting their next move!

I'm glad there's someone else out there who acknowledges the true danger of the Treeple. FINALLY someone with some sense in their fishnoodle! Now, years ago, I was able to come up with an ingenious plan to fend off The Stones, who act as the Treeple's allies and scouts. That war was won, but at such a cost.

This time? I have no plans. All efforts to repel the Treeple have failed, and I'm not getting nearly as much support in this struggle as I was against The Stones. I need your help, Orderm'n. You've got the super-secret spy gear and high-tech laser-light-show-makers. You must lend me your power in this fight.

Otherwise, there will be nothing left to protect. Merely a galaxy of TREES.








Ooh, then again, there are others who could help! I don't know of you know them, but I've got these blue-squid-friends that I give cakes n' stuff to. They're pretty cool. And they've made some bad guys go away for me in the past. I'll try contacting them, and see if I can invite them all to the New York system!